Tom Brosseau - Down on Skid Row lyrics

rate me

Down on skid row

Pick 'n pulls, pushing stolen carts

Fishing for things others have thrown away

Looking for a place to stay,

To spend the night with money made

Having just paved the day for a brown paper bag of promises.

Back beneath the fire escape, in between the alley way

Behind the church of Latter-day

Wrapped up in newspaper

Purity face, frozen eyes

Bloody hands from killing time

Horizons where tomorrow lies

Best just to curl up and die

Perhaps a bit burlesque

With a dinner jacket, pinstripe pants, a pan handlebar mustache,

And a flower from the pocket of the vest

Tongue sticking out of the shoes

Dragging along the avenue

Thirsty for a little hooch

To set adrift in the eve

Unlucky and hungry, underneath the clover leaf

Up against the concrete

No idea, no idea

Just something that nobody loves

And you do what everybody does

To make a great coffee cup,

You need an old, ugly mug.